Page 30 of Unplanned Mountain Man

My vision nearly went white. To distract myself I returned the favor, lifting my neck until my face was buried in her eagercenter. I knew how she liked it by now and I didn’t waste any time in sweeping my tongue over her most sensitive places. She let out a long groan.

“Fuck, why do people like this position? Your mouth is way too distracting for me to blow you right now.”

Laughing, I grabbed her hips and rolled her onto her back. “Let me focus on my bride, then.”

“Ooh. If I’m going to be spoiled, can we move to the bed? This floor is cold, and I don’t want a splinter in my ass.”

I shook my head and laughed. I did that a lot since she’d shown up. For every no-nonsense aspect of my personality, she had a quirk to counteract it. We were exact opposites yet a perfect match. “I can see why I’m the romantic one,” I said, I pushed myself to my feet, then reached out a hand to help her up. Once she was standing, I threw her over my shoulder caveman style.

Carrying her to the bedroom, my cock bounced painfully with every step, and I tossed her onto the bed. She bounced once, before pushing herself to the top of the bed. She’d long since added a dozen more pillows to the bed, and she was practically drowning in them.

I let my eyes run over her, every bump and curve was perfect and mine. My dick twitched, reminding me that I could sink into her beautiful body, but I didn’t want this to be over too soon. This was our own private celebration of creating the life we wanted.

“I’m glad you like what you see, but I’m getting a little lonely over here,” she said, making grabby hands at me.

I crawled onto the bed, the smooth fabric of the duvet under my knees. She had talked me into getting a new one of those too, although luckily she didn’t pick leopard print. She partedher thighs as I came closer and I moved between them like I was meant to be there. “Let’s continue what we started.”

She opened her mouth to answer but it turned into a moan when I sank down between her thighs and resumed teasing between her folds. I worked one finger inside her, moving it lazily in and out as I licked and nipped at her sensitive skin.

Her fingers knotted in my hair, her toes curled into the duvet beside my hips and she thrust up to meet my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she moaned a final time, before her body curled in on itself and she came hard on my tongue.

I stayed with her as she writhed, not letting my mouth leave her clit until her body gave a final twitch and she laid still. Then my patience ran out.

I wanted to take my time, to stretch the afternoon out endlessly. But seeing her under me wearing my ring stripped away what little I had left. Possessiveness surged through me and I sank into her wet heat in one motion.

We both froze and moaned in tandem.

I slowly withdrew and sank back in. When her eyes fluttered closed I did it again. One stroke after another, getting faster and harder as I went.

The old mattress springs protested and I was glad Tuck was outside or he’d be howling in the corner.

She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, urging me deeper. Heat started to collect at the base of my spine, my leg muscles were on fire and I knew I wasn’t going to last.

“I need you to come for me, baby.”

She slid her hand between her thighs, fingers working fast. Sweat slicked my back as I focused on the rhythm, on staying with her. I couldn’t control myself around her and now that she was going to be my wife, even less so. I tried to think aboutsomething unsexy–accounting spreadsheets for my business, baseball statistics, anything. But the breathy little sounds she was making kept me from escaping into my head. I refocused on hitting her as hard and deep as I could, the way I knew she liked it. I grabbed one of her tempting thighs and put it over my shoulder. One thrust at this new angle and her body tensed, then shattered beneath me with a broken moan.

That did it.

I drove into her a few more times before I came, pleasure washing over me in waves until there was nothing left but sensation. Her heat, her smell, her taste, her skin. It was all around me and I could happily drown in it for the rest of my life.

“That was amazing,” she said, kissing me softly as I fought for breath. I could only grunt in agreement. Once my heart rate had returned to normal, I gently pulled out and went to get a warm cloth to clean us up.

When I finally collapsed beside her, I slid my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my side. She rested her head against my shoulder, still distractingly naked, but if I wanted round two I was going to have to wait.

And I really wanted round two.

“I got so excited earlier that I forgot to show you something,” I said. “Take the ring off.”

She pressed it to her chest. “I never want to take it off.”

“It’ll be worth it,” I promised.

Reluctantly, she pulled it off and handed it to me. I was impressed how well it fit given that I’d had to measure her finger with a piece of string while she slept. I turned it so she could see the engraving inside.

“Right where we belong,” she read. She smiled up at me. “You’repretty sappy for a self-proclaimed loner.”

“Only with you.”

“I love you,” she said. “This is perfect.”

Tuck chose that moment to start barking outside, wanting to be let in no doubt. The bigger the dog, the bigger the baby I swear. I groaned, rolled out of bed, and pulled on a pair of sweats.

Life kept moving, but now our lives were officially intertwined. It didn’t matter what the will said or what that letter claimed. What was mine was hers, and what was hers was mine.

The cabin was our home. The forest was our playground.

And this love—hard-won—belonged to us alone.

THE END